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Pixie MemoriesMemories are the tiny pixies who look like coloured dust in a breeze. Even with eyes closed, I can feel them swirling around.Pixie Memories
Some are cheerful, dancing, and playing with strands of my hair: Brightly coloured, constantly moving, singing to themselves.
Others, the loving sort, are gentle and leave warmth behind, With each tender touch, peace, calm, and a smile linger.
The angry ones love to be mean, pinching, pushing and shoving. Stabbing, cutting, the painful ones love to make me bleed.
However, the ones I hate the most are the sad ones. These, they squeez
by ~RosesQuill
Invisible WavesA flame flickers, Pain, welling up Tight, constricting Memories Called by the candlelight Hands trembling Drawing the blanket closer Cold, suddenly cold Shivering, shaking More pain, and fear Overwhelming fear Panic settles in Breath, short Hyperventilating Tears, unstopping Flowing, uncontrolled The taste of bloodInvisible Waves
Sudden shock, realization Biting myself Without knowing Trying to dull the pain inside Bad habit, more panic Waves of emotion
Crashing inside of myself Causing a collapse Folding in
by ~RosesQuill
The ShadowJust a drop,The Shadow
Frowning at The sticky dark ooze on her pale skin A growing unease in her stomach
Smearing as she wipes at it, Seeming not to fade No, but darkening Growing even..
Spreading along her arm The fingers on her other hand tingling The tips, where she touched the drop Slowly enveloped by the ooze.
A chilling cold, Then pain, sharp, deep
If she tried to wipe it off, That would make it worse. Water?
She tried, it beaded off,
with hints of frost on the black surface
by ~RosesQuill
A Single RoseOut from the crowd, you stand. Something different. A sparkle in your eye, The kind smile? Maybe the gentle touch, Or the open ear? Was it the beat, of the caring heart? Things found deeper past the looks.A Single Rose
Whichever, whatever. Singled out, Different, Unique, and Special. I picked you.
And I’m glad, Each time I find, Something deeper, something more. Layers over layers, Leading to the heart. And yet together,
Make a whole. And is beautiful,
A single stem, a single rose.
by ~RosesQuill
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